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# Silly Sea Tramp
You become a people via a series of coupons found on the back of cereal packets and an application form!

Im off tae bed now. Nart clarts.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 2:44, archived)
# Ah. Food.
Don't think I can ever eat again, after I went to microwave a chip shop pasty I'd bought cold on Thursday, and noticed the 'best before' date - 14.02.12.
Serves me right and all that, but o_0.
What the fuck can be put into a pastry and cooked meat product that allows it to be stored at room temperature for nearly a year and then presented as fit for human consumption?
Now I've eaten plenty of crap in my time, often happily, but this stopped me in my tracks.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 2:54, archived)
# I don't see the problem.
Unless it was 1912.
Or you just realised how squalid nuking crap from the chippy was.

Having said that, I did once make a bag of chips last 3 days till giroday by making them into toasties. Absolutely hideous.
edit: gah, you edited...
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 3:11, archived)
# Sorry about that. I had to make the edit. It didn't occur to me that anybody'd actually read it.
I think it only just hit home how squalid nuking crap from the chippy is as I nuked this bomb-proof shit. As I type, two thirds of it sits on the plate, defying me.
All of a sudden, I absolutely understand anorexia.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 3:22, archived)
# Yeah, less bad for your teeth than bulimia.
Most dentists recommend it.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 3:25, archived)
# And most dentists have a Porsche before they're 30,
and whine about being 'forced' to do NHS work even while they've got a drill in your gob (all literally true; this actually happened to me).

*EDIT* OK, only one dentist whined about being 'forced' to do NHS work even while he had a drill in my gob
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 3:34, archived)
# I love the idea
that you assume no-one reads what you type here.
One step away from, or beyond, talking to yourself?
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 3:30, archived)
# What fucker said that?
*looks hither and thither, tears up the carpet, drills little holes in the skirting board and peers anxiously through*
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 3:38, archived)
# I'm relieved that you replied,
I was worried you might have died of pasty.
Time for bed - g'night.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 3:44, archived)
# Such a fragile beast, arent you?
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:40, archived)